[Intro]

Yup, okay, okay, whore

Uh

[Verse 1]

Bitch I smoke on xenomorph piss

My Glocks on switch, like a metamorphis'

My bitch look like Zendaya off Bella Thorne sniffs

Told her to "shake that ass up"

He got bark with no bite, he a stray, I'm a mutt

There ain't no one in that crew I can trust

I up the size on the chop, that's a yoppa deluxe

With that fire, I'll ash em like cigarette butts

To any pussy ass, fuck ass niggas, I'm deading em

That boy be a snake, if he slide, we goin rattle em

Talk a whole lotta shit, with some little adrenaline

My Canadian shootеr bring Draq's from Ontario

Uh, I'm in my season, I'm doing it better

Niggas rеally want the smoke, boy they talking bodacious

This new Moncler coat, made of peacock feathers

Nigga fruit basket, banana clips aim at ya melon

Bitch, we coming for your face

We coming for the fade, nigga don't you run away

Got the bones on the jacket, and the Japanese BAPE

Bitch I feel like niggas didn't try, wash em in a day

Blow up on em like the Dark Knight, what else could it take?

Bitch I take em to the finish line, gave that boy a J

Hoe I'm flyer than the terminal, sorry for delay

Told a nigga, he goin see God when the yoppa spray, uh

[Chorus]

Raf & Rick on my boots, hol up

Fuck nigga what you goin do, hol up

Ion smoke quake, nigga I smoke goop, hol up

Chrollo, I walk with my troupe, hol up

[Verse 2]

One thing about me?

I don't let bygones be bygones

Niggas really a bitch when they sign off

Boy want static, I'm powered up Gohan

You in the way of my green like a crouton

Bitch I'm higher than Harold and Kumar, on that tiger

Bros a typer, I'm entitled

I murder these niggas who thinking they God

Then wipe his blood with a page off the Bible, good Lord

Giving a stitch like Lilo, pumped up like Foster the People

Hit a nigga with the Tempur-pedic bullets, but I'm sleep though

The amount of times, I've seen a nigga go cus of ego

I'm a go to war with these damn machine, Don Cheadle

Fucked in the skull, bitch I'm bad to the bone

Might hit on that bitch, and go hop on the road

Bitch I got more than two chains, used to talk to the stove

Continental breakfast, we crack his egg in his home

[Chorus]

Raf & Rick on my boots, hol up

Fuck nigga what you goin do, hol up

Ion smoke quake, nigga I smoke goop, hol up

Chrollo, I walk with my troupe, hol up

[Outro]

Bye